Back in the eighteen cities
Darren was staying inside the secret room. He was trying to come up with ways to get out of there, but he had no idea at the moment.
"Darren, are you here?"
An anxious voice came into Darren's head.
"What's up, Governor Garth?" Darren could hardly hide his annoyance for being disturbed.
"I have some bad news. Come out!" Garth said.
Darren stood up and walked out of the secret room.
"What is it?" he asked, frowning.
"I just received big news from the forbidden areas. It seems like the fiend's three body parts have escaped."
"What?"
Darren's face darkened upon hearing the news.
This was bad indeed. When two body parts of the fiend had merged together, the fiend's strength was at the primary stage of the Emperor Realm. If three merged, it would increase to the middle stage of the Emperor Realm. Even Darren wouldn't be able to defeat him.
As far as he knew, the strongest people outside were only within the Holy Realm. Nobody had the power to fight the first fiend ancestor.
"When did this happen?" Darren asked, urgently.
"It's been years. Fortunately, Barnes guards the forbidden areas. The fiend can't get close there. And since he has some restrictions placed on him, he can't just kill anyone."
"How did you know that?" Darren suddenly remembered something, and now he couldn't help but wonder why the Governor was well-informed about the outside world.
"There's an old rule cultivator who has been trying to connect to the outside world all these years. He had finally succeeded a few days ago. That's how we got the news," Garth explained.
"Take me to him. I have some important things to say."
"Okay."
Garth took Darren up to a barren mountain.
There was a bamboo forest.
The air up there was sweet and fresh. There was a crispiness in the wind that only a very natural environment had. In the middle of the pool, an old man sat.
"Sir, Darren is here." Garth cupped his hands together.
The old man stood up. His eyes landed on Darren and nodded. "Indeed, he really is a genius."
"Sir, can you really communicate with the outside world?" Darren asked.
"Yes. I've finally succeeded after many years of studying. There is a flaw in the restriction that allows me to connect with strong warriors outside the eighteen cities." The old man nodded.
"Great! That's great!" Darren's face brightened up with delight. "Sir, please help me to send a message to a man called Finley. I have something important to discuss with him."
"Finley?" The old man narrowed his eyes and asked, "The man who is at the peak of a half-step emperor?"
"I'm not sure if that's true. But you just have to send a message to the Sacred Palace and tell them that Darren is looking for Finley." Darren hadn't seen Finley for many years. He no longer knew his friend's cultivation level.
"Okay, I'll try."
The old man sat down again. His body lit up. Strange runes glowed on his skin, slowly unpeeling themselves from him and then flying off into the void.
Hours later, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. They dripped down his face, lined with pain. It was obvious that this skill wasn't easy to use.
"He's coming, Darren. I can only maintain the connection for seven minutes. If you have anything more to say, do it fast!" The old man gritted his teeth.
Then, a misty figure in white appeared in front of Darren.
"Darren! It really is you!" Even though they were far apart, Finley's excitement upon seeing Darren again was contagious.
"Yes, it's me. Listen, I can't get out of the eighteen cities for now. I need you and the master from the Mythological Palace to help me," Darren said quickly.
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